Hobnobbing with the stars

I feared the worst as I reluctantly dragged myself from my bed this morning to go to the airport for the final week of this RFP. Imagine then my surprise then when my journey was punctuated with a very pleasant 1 hour and 15 minutes travelling in the company of Francois Bayrou. For those of you who don't know him, he's the French equivalent of the Lib Dem leader Nick Clegg (who he was actually going to meet). He was a very pleasant chap who is famous in France for breeding race horses. No surprises for guessing that our conversation focused on equine rather than political subjects as we took the Stansted Express into London (both travelling in second class I'll have you note). For those of you not up on French politics here's a link...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francois_Bayrou. It's a funny old world. Needless to say my little ray of sunshine was thoroughly rained away as soon as I stepped over the Old Bailey threshold.....another late finish as my hotel bed beckons.....